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Permanent Tourist

A personal website by Mark Howells-Mead

Things I could’ve photographed this morning, if only they’d happened

A greengrocer selling her wares at the side of the road starts throwing cabbages at a father and son standing at her stall without bicycles but wearing cycling helmets.

A carriage full of train passengers passed out in their seats at the severe smell of rotten eggs pervading from the toilet.

A glazier, attending to a massively cracked shop window by leaning on an adhesive square of re-inforcing perspex from the top of a ladder, suddenly hears a loud splintering sound and ends up amongst a row of dummies dressed like teenage hookers.